Page 7 of Bred By the Minotaur
“I can’t believe it,” she says instead of answering, and her head turns to one side like she’s trying to get a look at me. “You’re back. After...”
She swallows, and I don’t speak as she turns forward again.
“Sorry,” she amends quickly, straightening. “None of my business.”
Is she supposed to pretend we’ve never had a calf together before?
“I requested you,” I tell her, spreading my fingers on one hand to run them along the ridges of her pussy, from the bud to the tiny slit. I can’t believe that I fit in there.
“Oh,” is all she says as I rub up and down again. Her hips lift into my hand, urging me to stop teasing and dive into her, but I deny her body’s request. “Why me again?”
“I want my son to have a sibling.” Now that Milo is out of his baby years, I want to fill up the house with even more laughter, and ensure Milo has someone else in his life to play with—someone who will always be there for him, and who he can always support and love.
“A son...” she says, trailing off. “That makes s-sense.” Her voice breaks when I slide one finger down, between those plush lower lips, to the treasure underneath. “A brother or sister.”
“Indeed.”
“DreamTogether was...” She gasps as I press that finger into her, testing how wet she is for me. “...fine with that?”
“They’re fine with money.” And I’m not the only one who’s ever requested the same surrogate twice. It’s common practice among repeat clients.
A giggle makes Rapunzel clench up around the pad of my finger. I squish it deeper, toward that tiny slit that I’ll eventually open wide around my cock. Just as she pushes back, drawing me in, I drag my wet hand away and down to her hood, then brush over the tip of her clit.
Rapunzel jerks, and now her pussy is weeping for me, leaking down over my fingers. I swirl it all up and glance over her most sensitive spot again, this time with more pressure, and she moans.
I remember just what to do with her.
Returning to her small entrance, I take my time pushing the pads of my fingers inside her.
She whimpers underneath me. “I can’t believe—” I withdraw, then slide back in again. “—you’re back.”
“I’m back,” I croon, leaning forward so I can brush my haunches against her legs. “That’s where my cock will fit.” I squeeze my hand in deeper, then curl my fingers to stroke her inside. Her hips snap up, and so I stroke again, and again, falling into a steady rhythm. Then I reach down with my thumb and brush it over her clit.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her body tensing. “That’s... that’s so good.”
“I remember what you like,” I tell her, leaning farther forward so now my hand is pressed against my own crotch as I fuck her with it.
She nods rapidly, clearly in agreement.
Good. I studied in my dreams.
When she’s nice and wet for me, I take a third finger and soak it in her juices before attempting to slide it in. Again her ass bucks into me, and I groan as it forces pressure back against my cock under my jeans.
I don’t know how long I can do this. But I need her to open for me, otherwise I might not be able to do what I came here to do. Well, one of the things. I remember how small she was before, and I’m going to make sure we fit together easily this time.
She squirms as I work my finger inside her, and it looks like she’s prepared well for me. Good. I pump all three of them, stroking the spongy inside of her as her cute little moans escalate. I fuck her with my hand until she’s dripping into my palm, and then hastily I withdraw it, nearly tearing my jeans in my rush to get them open. Once they’re on the floor with my boxers, I stroke myself, earning a white bead at the tip of my cock. My balls already feel tight as I imagine what she’ll feel like.
Rapunzel tries to turn her head again. “Please,” she whimpers at the absence of my hand. “Put it inside me.”
My tail thrashes at the eagerness in her voice. I step up to the bench, then press the blunt head of my cock against those spread, swollen lips. Taking a deep breath, I push in.
Her cry is unrestrained, and there’s no feeling in the world like being inside her again.
Four
Phoebe
Oh, he feels even better than before.
